Published Work 2015

"He’d eaten an entire pumpkin pie the Thanksgiving before. He had eaten one by himself on every Thanksgiving for almost ten years. He had traditions, built after his mother had eaten and chain-smoked herself to death. They were the traditions of isolation, of loneliness."

"Watching it, even at that vast distance, they could feel that thing from another universe. It radiated malice. Its purple light was sick and cold and somehow syrupy. In Gemeriah’s projections it had glowed, but really seeing it, the stuff oozed out of that tear and dripped from those black tentacles like gore." - A story set in the Komodo Comics Universe.